It was freezing cold, but the peddler, still wearing only a blue cloth waistcoat, chiseled a hole in the ice and crawled in.
More than two minutes later, the peddler crawled out of the ice hole, found a towel to wipe his face, and said to the "local god": "The entrance to the bottom of the lake is blocked, all other entrances are blocked, only Liu Xiahui is left..."
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